Luyện nghe bài hát Manslaughter

Code E D, check on the one, two, three
Black male MC
Rap record slave, a on the scene
With a machine gun and one

Wanted, a half a for the body alone
Two for the microphone
If you see him, dial five slayer
A hot line to the and mayor

He's with ammo, a weapon that's mine
All black in rap, strap nine
Silencer clipped, check the rip on the tip
The boy's ta flip

They call him

Code name MD, rappin' fanatic, rappin'
No short taken, Asiatic
Hit man, keeps my belt
Book a on my grill with no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, 'cause my name ain't Casper the Friendly

But I smoke an MC if I to
Quick fast like Alakazoo,
And I'll be damned, my rhymes slam like Bam Bam
Rubble, partner code is E Double

It's those hazel green eyes keep my man in trouble
ride the tip, brothers on his sac
I had to change my name to Bruce Wayne also known as
And grab the bozack this hand
As I ya manslaughter

They him manslaughter

Mad man fully strapped and I
Don't flex, chump who did, he got smoked
Undercover, not D T but E D
And wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty

I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no
No static, a forty five automatic
Black cat in rap, holding my Johnson
Walking the streets, a Charles Bronson

As the beat kick, face his plate on the M1
Style's sharper the blade in Shogun
First suckers the brain of a sucker MC
That can't one, two, three

I manage to damage, I roast the membrane insane
Like a base doing cocaine
I kill a plus his daughter
'Cause I'm the E Double and this is

They us manslaughter
call it manslaughter

As I stare deep into the mirror, I only resort
To a hardcore gangsta, train of thought
stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit
Run your jewels or get pistol whipped

'Cause I'm too swift to slip or a stitch on my rap hit
Sleep on a sucker and you still get with
Me bro, with flow and I don't know Judo
Gun flow is my style, say this so that you

There's no time to dance or romance a nuisance
Play ya a puppet to put some lead in ya pants
off you go to the rap rat pack
Be stripped of your mic, punk on your we stamped bozack

That's what the ordered
Take two of these, dead,

They call it
They it manslaughter

To the farmer and his